The most optimistic way to describe this week is that it was a real doozy. A sweet sprinkle of happiness, cut short by an unforeseen nuclear bomb.
I hope no one’s life is as untainted as it’s illustrated on social media, because that makes this week even doozier.
Mine isn’t filled with macaroons and Valentino bags, and the pair of shoes I thought my bank account could maybe swing are decidedly being shipped back before they’ve even arrived…but lately I find more happiness than even they could bring every time I look down.
This roller coaster of a month, I notice my swollen tummy and realize how perfect the timing of this baby really is. It brings our little family so much to look forward to, more excitement, more purpose, and a reminder of greater plans. I’m so grateful I’ve been blessed with this tiny baby growing inside of me. I’m indescribably thankful for a body that physically allows me to be a participant in this miracle. I’ve just recently been able to feel this little boy’s movements, and they’re so much more subtle than I remember Gus’s being. Those tiny, delicate flutters are easy to miss if I’m distracted; it’s been a whispering reminder to slow down, and keeps everything in perspective.
I may never be able to put reins on life and steer it in my own direction. Feeling my teeny baby safe inside me while my out-of-the-womb baby snuggles up next to me makes the ride much easier…and the destination more of an afterthought.